On My Way Home...

Ambiguity is the core of good literature

It keeps you guessing. I know what it's about, you think you do. But different things mean different things to different people, differently... I get off on that a bit. You draw me in Oh, the way you do Taking my very essence From between your lips Dry or wet  It's all the same Taking me down  Into you Stealing my soul Then breathing me out  Into the world I knew before Tainted now Discoloured Part of me left in there Remaining Attached to your insides Like a memory of what  Could Have Been But will no longer come to pass Go ahead, take another That's all I am to you I'm used and I love it It's all I am

Be still

There is beauty in silence

Yet you force me to speak

Your awkwardness deafening

Your inability to just

Be still

And take in the nothing.

The absence itself has form

You just need to find it.

Always bring a knife to a gun fight, or any fight, life is a constant fight, bring it to that too

Pack for every Eventuality Fill your pockets with Golden survival Stuff knives in your socks  Fire in your hands And jerky in your briefs And pray Pray they come Or this'll all be for Naught And if they do Turn out  Offer them an Open hand But don't forget to Arm the other

I make people burn Apparently And shake Shake down Through You? It could have been you It could Still Be Still Tonight Just watch the light From a million years ago Gently illuminate The face of the moon Brightening your eyes As the ground you stand on flies Through nothing But this is our everything It's all.

Lo, does the world not shift and move,

When you release your focus,

Do the plates not slide,

When you stop,

Does it not bubble, blister and wave,

Eluding to something behind that fragile curtain,

Do you see their trails,

Is it you who holds your own reality.

The cage

Who let you

Out of your cage?

Locked away,

Yet with no key,

So this could never happen.

Though how does one truly cage

The intangible.

I am you made flesh.

Perhaps I then am the one who should be caged,

Locked away together.

Perhaps to let you out

Would in fact hold you.

Perhaps this is your poison speaking already.

Thirteen

I'm gonna do it I've gotta do it Maybe it'll mean I can start over I can become new again Because how can one so young Fuck up so much I've lost the love I've lost the respect The hope The trust The dreams The tears nestled in between the screams I hope no one ever finds out But I want them all to know I made a mistake This is who I am But I will atone I promise You'll see You'll see It'll never happen again You'll see Just believe me Please No This can't happen There can be no Continuation From this point on From here on out There will be No More I found you Now I plead Come sweet edge And find your place Drink deeply And take me home Please Take me away Because I took something And now I pay

Death threats

If your gonna take him, take him, If you’re gonna leave him, leave, But please make up your mind, Because I’m starting to find, That I can’t take these fucking death threats anymore.

Thoughts confuse me

Is this right Or am I Just Projecting society inside myself Wanting what I should want Rather than what I do want Enjoying what should be enjoyed Rather than deciding for myself Should you want something Just because you can do it Should you enjoy something Just because you're good at it How do we know When we are conditioned so Taught what to want And How to feel Learning only when It's too late That we don't Have to participate When we've already run the race

Burden

I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you. I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you.